7 Strange Coincidences that Actually Happened!

Mathematically these odd stories are almost impossible, yet they happened. Is something else going on here?

Story 1

The Incredible Story of Mr George D Bryson

Mr. George D Bryson arrived at the Brown Hotel in Louisville, Kentucky in 1953. Mr. Bryson was shown to room 307. After unpacking, he went down to reception to see if there were any letters or messages for him.

The receptionist gave him a letter addressed to Mr. George D Bryson, Room 307. This might not seem strange except that the letter was not for him. It was for another George D Bryson who was the previous occupant of room 307!

From the book, Incredible Coincidence: The Baffling World of Synchronicity, by Alan Vaughan

Story 2

Hotel Secrets

A reporter named Irv Kupcinet came to London in 1953. He was in London to report on the coronation of Elizabeth the II. Irv was staying at the luxurious Savoy hotel on the Strand. In one of the drawers of his bedside table, he found several items which had the name Harry Hannin on them. This was interesting because Irv knew a Harry Hannin who was in the famous Harlem Globetrotters. Harry was a friend of Irv’s.

Two days later Irv called Harry to ask him if he had ever stayed at the Savoy hotel. Harry said he had, but before Irv could tell him about the items he found in the drawer Harry said he had been in the Hotel Le Meurice in Paris two days before and found a tie in a drawer in his room, with the name Irv Kupcinet on it!

This story appeared in, Mysteries of the Unexplained.

Story 3

Twins with an Impossible Story!

Twins sometimes have amazing stories to tell, but the following will astound you. Twin boys were separated at birth after they were put up for adoption. The new parents of both boys never knew each other and never met. Each twin was told he had a brother. Forty years later one twin, James decided to track down his brother. After a long search, he found his brother, and it was revealed that;

His brothers adopted parents had also called their new son James!

Even though the two James’s never met they both went into law enforcement.

They both had excellent skills in carpentry and drawing.

They both married a women named Linda.

They both had sons, one named James Allan the other named James Alan.

Both twins were divorced and re-married a women named Betty!

Lastly, they both owned a dog called Toy!!

After forty years apart, neither could believe these astonishing coincidences.

This story is from, The Reader’s Digest, January 1980 edition.

Story 4

An American Woman in Paris

An American writer Anne Parrish and her husband were on holiday in Paris in 1920. They were browsing bookshops, and Anne picked up a book that was a particular favorite of hers, “Jack Frost and Other Stories.” Anne told her husband that she had been given a copy as a child by her parents and had wonderful memories of the book.

Anne’s husband took the book and opened it. On the inside cover, there was a handwritten inscription. It said, “Anne Parrish, 209 N Weber Street, Colorado Springs”. The inscription was written in Anne’s handwriting. It was Anne’s very own book from all those years ago!

Source – While Rome Burns, by Alexander Woollcott.

Story 5

The King’s Double

The eighteenth century Italian King, Umberto went to a restaurant in Monza with General Emilio Ponzia Vaglia. The owner of the restaurant took King Umberto’s order. The King noticed that he and the restaurant owner looked almost identical. They could almost have been brothers.

As they discussed how similar they looked, they found out that they were both born on the 14th of March 1844. They had both been born in the same town. They both married women called Margherita. The owner of the restaurant opened his restaurant on the same day Umberto was crowned King.

A few years later on the evening of July, the 29th 1900 King Umberto was told that the restaurant owner had died. As Umberto said how sorry he was to hear this sad news, he was shot four times by assassin Gaetano Bresci. King Umberto was buried in the Pantheon.

Story 6

The Mysterious Plum Pudding

Emile Deschamps was in a restaurant when a stranger called Monsieur de Fortgibu sent over some plum pudding.

Ten years later Deschamps was in a Paris restaurant and noticed plum pudding on the menu. He asked the waiter to bring him of the pudding. The waiter said he was very sorry, but the last of the plum pudding had just been served to a gentleman behind Deschamps. When Deschamps turned to see who it was, it was Monsieur de Fortgibu!

Six years after that coincidence in 1832 Deschamps was at a dinner party and was offered plum pudding. At the same time as Deschamps was telling his fellow diners the story of the plum pudding coincidences, an old Monsieur de Fortgibu walked into the room!

Story 7

Double Exposure

The photograph above is a copy of the original.

In 1914 a German woman from Strasbourg took her son to be photographed. She bought a film plate, and after the photo was taken said she would return in a few days when the portrait was ready. Unfortunately, World War 1 broke out, and she was not able to collect the photo.

Two years later she was now living in Frankfurt and gave birth to a daughter. She was still disappointed because she still didn’t have any photos. The mother again bought a film plate and another photo was taken, this time of her daughter.

When the new photo plate was developed it turned out to be a double exposure. Her daughter’s image was superimposed on the earlier picture of her son! Incredibly her original film plate was never developed and had somehow ended up in Frankfurt 100 miles away. She bought the same plate with the original photo still on it!

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Hi, I am from the UK. I have had some bizarre coincidences in my life but never heard of it being called synchronicity. When I was 17 my best friend was named Adam, he was a year younger than me. We went camping one night on a whim, set up tents in the dark and awoke the next morning next to a country church with a graveyard. We wandered around the graveyard trying to warm up, and Adam was using the gravestones as stepping stones, hopping from one to another. I thought this was disrespectful and asked him to stop doing it; he replied: “What are you worried about, we’ll all be here one day.”

Adam died less than a month later of meningitis.

A few years later, I met a guy through some friends, and we got on straight away and became best friends, his name was Adam, he was killed a couple of years later driving a tipper truck when it overturned on a bend.

A few years later, I split up with my girlfriend and moved out. I rented a room in a house that was split into flats (apartments). There was only one other guy in the building at the time, so we used to have a few drinks and meals together. One day I met his girlfriend, so we started talking, it turned out that she was the paramedic that attended Adams fatal crash years before. She told me about how she fought for over half an hour trying to save his life but was unable to due to the severe injuries. These coincidences happened years ago.

On the 22nd December 2017, I picked my wife up from my father in laws house; my wife had taken some hot food around to him as he is in his eighties, so she had a couple of plates and saucepans in a plastic bag in the car.

We decided to call into the local ASDA (Walmart in the US) to get a few things extra for Christmas; I asked my wife to put the plastic bag of pans in the trunk of the car as thieves will break a window to steal anything in view. That afternoon my neighbor knocked on my door to inform me that my rear windscreen was smashed. I called an Auto Screen company and arranged to have it fixed.

The repairman turned up on the 27th as arranged, he saw one of my motorcycles and started talking about his Father rode bikes. After talking some more I found out that I knew his Father, we used to go to the same biker bar in the 1980’s, the place shut down in the late 80’s. Then I found out that the repairman knew my daughter from school and was in her year.

I use the law of attraction all the time, so synchronicity has become my norm, lol.

Nearly 7 years ago I was single, so I wrote a list out of what I wanted to attract in a partner. I put it away, and after some fail dates I decided to just enjoy being single and love myself. New years eve came along, and I had plans to go out with a friend. At the last minute, my friend decided she didn’t feel like going out.

I was disappointed, and I complained to my brother who happened to be over on holiday at the time visiting us. He later invited me to go along with him to a party he’d been invited to.

My brother is 16 years older than me and used to attend church many years before with these people who invited him to this new years party. I had never met them, and my brother had not seen them in years.

I went to the party and met a few people from my brother’s past. One guy, I was very attracted to, but I thought he was married. After midnight the attractive man pulled me in to dance with him, turned out he wasn’t married! From that moment on we’ve been together, inseparable, that day is our anniversary, it’s 1-1-11.

He ticked every box of my list of what I wanted in a partner. He had also written his own list trying to attract a partner, and I ticked all his boxes!

As another funny little thing, when I was about 10 I was obsessed with the band Hanson, and I said when I grow up I will be Mrs. Hanson, my partner’s last name is Hanson.

About a year after meeting we moved into a house together, it was number 11. About 2 years or so after that we had a baby together, and his birth date numerology number is 1.

I am also now best friends with his mum. We were both amazed because we have very similar childhoods and we have both been in very similar past relationships. We are very spiritual minded and always growing, and we always seem to be synced up on where we are on our path, and we don’t realise at first, it’s weird!

I love these stories. Little bits and pieces happen all the time, but these big ones stand out to me. Some crazy things had been going on since I first moved, but one night for no reason at all I got up and opened my front door. Within minutes a girl ran in screaming and slammed the door behind her. She was running from her boyfriend who was trying to hurt her. After a bit, we left, and I drove us to a lookout, we had a joint and I took her home. I went home, and that was the last I saw of her for a while.

A few months later, one night at about 2 am or so, I for no reason at all, got in the car, in pajama pants and a singlet drove to the heart of the city and parked outside a nightclub entrance. Within a minute of parking the same girl comes flying out of the doors of the club crying hysterically with girls who had already beat her up still following her, she jumps into my car, and we get out of there.

I still don’t know what to make of all that. She said I must be her guardian angel.

Another one was when I was about 14 I think, I was living in a small city where you see people you know most places you go. I flew into a large town to visit with my cousins, and my aunt was there to pick me up from the airport. On our way out I said to her “I wonder if I’ll see anyone I know?.” And she responded with some smart quip back about not being in “Kansas anymore Dorothy,” and within seconds of that a friend my mom has known since she was a kid walked over to me, and said hi and gave me a kiss and a hug. My aunt was astonished. She didn’t know the lady which made it even funnier.

In 1981 I was a four-year-old black Kenyan boy. At my village, I saw a white lady for the first time. It was only for a few seconds as she was driving past in a van. It was a bizarre phenomenon for most of us because we had only seen one priest (father Phillip) who was also white.

As a 23-year-old 19 years later and 17,000 kilometers away at a party in San Diego California, USA a country with over 300 million inhabitants, I walked up to an older lady and confidently told her “you look familiar.” Her husband curiously looking on later helped us to determine that indeed she was the very same white lady I had seen many years before.

This is beyond anything. In 2012 I bought a white Volvo in RI, and I lived in Ma. At that time I was dating someone, and we were together until 2015. I met someone else in 2016, and we are thrilled.

My current partner said to me My daughter had a car just like that I thought nothing about it. A few months later I needed to get a passport, and they needed proof of something I owned that I had info on that was over three years in my possession. So I went to my registration. On it, I noticed that the car I had bought was, in fact, my current partners car. We live 85 miles apart and I bought the car in a different state. The strangest part of this story is my partner purchased this Volvo for her daughter on my birthday which blew us all away, and I have it all in writing to prove it. Makes me wonder if life is predestined

I had ordered some motorcycle parts from the workshop for my bike. The owner said she would phone me when they arrived at her workshop. I left her with my mobile phone number so she could tell me when they arrived.

I had been staying at my friend’s house at the time. There was an incoming call on her telephone message machine. It was the woman from the motorcycle shop ringing to tell me that the parts were ready, but she didn’t even know I was staying there nor the friend I was visiting with.

When I went to pick up the parts, I told her the story, asking how she came to ring that number and not my mobile number. She showed me the order form with my mobile number on it and said that was the number she had rung.

A couple of years ago I met this girl who soon became my best friend. We talked a lot and found out all that we had in common. The first thing was we looked very similar. We both had long brown hair and hazel eyes. Then we found out we were born on the same day. Even creepier we had the same middle name.

Another thing was we both had a beloved pet named Harley. We were very close until I moved away.

My Dad, age 68, was driving back roads home from an FL vacation. He stopped at a small roadside convenience store in the middle of an FL swamp miles from anywhere.

The owner, Lucy, saw his CT license plates and said she was originally from CT. Incredible as it might sound as they talked they found they had been born not only in the same town on the same day, but Dads grandfather, the town doctor, had left Lucy’s mother after delivering Lucy to hurry home to deliver his own grandson!

A few years ago there was this lady in our neighborhood who had a mental issue and would sing this made-up song over and over again, a song whose words don’t make sense at all. So one day, out of the blue, my brother and I started singing this song, very loudly, at the same time! I was in the kitchen and he was in his bedroom. We could hear each other very well.

A couple of months ago as I was driving home from work and I was exhausted. I started thinking how fast I would have to drive if a deer would jump out the woods and started chasing me. A deer jumped from the woods and into the road. Fortunately, there was a car ahead of me that had to swerve to avoid hitting the baby deer. The deer ran back to the woods. True story!

When I was a child (aged about 7), my parents bought a book to record telephone numbers in. One day I was playing with it, and I wrote a made up 7-digit number under the name “Pub.” The number turned out to be that of the bar (pub in England) my Dad used to visit on a regular basis.

I worked at a company for a year and met a girl who I eventually started dating. I left the company but we were still in contact.

I went to visit my brother, we had parted ways for three years. I told him about this girl I met and that we were dating. To my disbelief he had married just a few days before and his new wife was the sister of my girlfriend!

Until today I never understood this amazing coincidence. Now I know the explanation from this site.

I’ve had a few weird coincidences from being told that I highly resemble my husband’s dead uncle’s wife (my husband was the uncle’s namesake) to meeting a cousin on a crowded Cape Cod beach. But the strangest one happened this past summer.

My husband and I were camping near Ithaca NY and on our last am we decided to stop in at the farmer’s market on our way home. We pulled into the very crowded parking lot and right in front of us was a girl who looked just like our eldest daughter, whom sadly we are estranged from. I told my husband that it was our daughter but he did not believe me. She turned to cross and it was her!

The last we knew she was living in Washington DC. Granted, she knew the Ithaca area as she had attended college there years ago but to see her on that day in that minute was astounding! If we had not seen her in the lot, we probably never would have seen her in the market itself as it was very crowded. I was worried about finding parking as we were towing a 20′ trailer but as luck would have it one of the workers offered to move his car so we could park. I could not pass up this opportunity to connect with my daughter, so I found her in the market and we spent 2 1/2 hrs just catching up and sharing lunch.

She had flown in for the weekend for her work and was leaving that evening. When she was in college, the farmers market was a special place for all of us and so it’s quite fitting that we would reconnect there. I truly believe that we were meant to meet so that the long process of reconciliation can begin and it has.

I loved my first house. When I bought it the previous owners gave me a copy of the deeds which they had been given when they bought it. It contained lots of fascinating documents, many written in old English. It contained old receipts for deposits and copies of marriage certificates. It was a lovely bit of history.

Years later I moved to a new area with my husband. I kept the documents from the old house. One day feeling brave I went around to introduce myself to the neighbour in the attached semi. I went around and she appeared upset. She told me it was her wedding anniversary although her husband had died before she moved here some years before.

When discussing where she had moved from she told me the exact address of the home we’d just moved from. I told her I had documents from the old house. I fetched them and straight away she found the copy of her marriage certificate, for that very day from 20 odd years previously. We just stood there, shocked. My new neighbour cried. I’ve never got over the coincidences that unfolded that day. Weird!

…..and just as if that wasn’t weird enough, her son had attended the same high school as me and had sent me a Valentine’s card (many years before), which I had kept and subsequently found in my High School memory box.

When I was 15 I was placed in foster care. I was there until I was 18. After a few years in the home we took a vacation to Bush Gardens and then Virginia Beach. The day we got to the Beach I decided to take a walk down the strip to explore some of the shops. While I was walking down the street a guy passes me that looked familiar. As I turn around to look so dose he. We both take our sunglasses off and see each other for the first time in years! It was my brother!

Hi, I’m from England. Some 10 years ago my husband nipped out to the post office to draw some money out. Whilst he was gone, for no reason I can explain, a thought popped into my head that wouldn’t it be funny if the post office was closed for some reason and he couldn’t draw his money out. My husband returned around 30 minutes later informing me he was unable to draw any money out of his account as the post office had closed unexpectedly due to a power cut turning off all the electricity. To say I was dumbstruck was an understatement!

My only synchronicity story happened when I was working at a gas station by a highway. A man came in and said I have a doppelganger (person who looks exactly like me) a few states south. I forgot which state she lived in. I asked her name and he said Elizabeth. I said huh, that is my middle name. He saw my name tag said Margaret and said that is so weird because Margaret is her middle name.

So there are two people in the world who look like me. A Margaret Elizabeth (me) and an Elizabeth Margaret. Would be cool if I could see her for myself!

When I met my husband to be I found out he and my brother have more than just a few things in common. They are both named Scott. They are both left handed. They were both married to their 1st wives on the same day and year. One wife was called Lori, the other Lisa. Their wives have the same birthday!

They each had a boy the same year (1st born) and girl same year (2nd born) and I’ve always said I’d love to marry a guy just like my brother if I ever found one. Thankfully they do not look alike. 🙂

I was set up with a girl from the other side of Toronto in 2005. I went to pick her up with my buddy and his girlfriend. She had some CDs with her and put one on and I didn’t see what it was. It was some old school dance music. I said “What is this, Dance Mix 92 or something?” And she took it out and that was the exact name of it. That was funny but I threw it in the back in the case thinking nothing of it, then cleaned my car the next day.

My sister stops by and sees the pile of CDs and laughs saying she thought her friend stole her Dance Mix 92 years ago and fought her over it. I said that was some girl who left it in my car and she shows me this stamp on the cover she put on all her stuff when she was a kid. That was the girl’s younger sister in my car.

I am an artist and I sell my art work just as a hobby. I have a printed sticker on the back of my work with all my info. I lived in Sudan then.

So a man (who is now my husband) came from the USA to Sudan for a vacation and he also wanted to get married. My mother and his sister knew each other so they introduced us. Things clicked and went well.

Then I showed him my art work and here is where the amazing part comes. He was shocked when he saw it and he said he thinks he has one of my art works hanging on the wall of his apartment in Arizona. He called his roommate and asked him to check the back of the art work. Guess what?? It turned out to be mine.

So his roommate’s fiancé bought it for him as a gift.

My husband had all my contact info even before knowing me or meeting me.

I was posted at Ft Bragg, almost every morning I would go to a busy diner nearby to eat breakfast. Usually I was with other soldiers I worked with, but this one Saturday I was alone.

A very pretty girl walked in, so pretty that I am afraid I was staring at her. I was single and very interested. I had never seen her in there before, and like I said, I was regular enough that the staff knew me. Because I hadn’t seen her, I assumed she was a visitor, or new to the area. She was across the room at the door waiting to be seated, when the people at the table next to me called out – they knew her!

She came over and spoke with them for several minutes. She was close enough that I could see she wore no wedding ring. Soon, she was seated at the table on the other side of me! I knew I should talk to her, I wanted to talk to her, and I couldn’t talk to her, she was that pretty. Now, I mention this only because it seems meaningful, and you’ll see why. She was Asian. Anyway, I sat and read my paper, drank coffee, snuck glances at her, and eventually she got up and left. I kicked myself for not speaking. I got up and left, went about my business.

That afternoon I went to the local mall, to a bookstore that served coffee and deserts, and started looking at books about synchronicity. Close by I happened to see the book “Satori in Paris” by Jack Kerouac. “Satori” is a Buddhist word, of Asian origin. I picked it up, because I knew that Satori was somehow connected with synchronicity. I had to go get a dictionary to look up the exact meaning, and the definition that I found was more or less “sudden enlightenment”. As I looked up, the Asian lady walked into the bookstore.

I kept dreaming of a baby boy sitting in a bouncer wearing just a diaper. I had the same dream 3 nights in a row. A couple days later my little sister told me she was pregnant. I told her it was going to be a boy because I kept seeing him in my dreams. A few months later she found out it was a boy. But I already knew.

An amusing coincidence. One morning around five two men burglarized a barn about five miles from my house. The owner saw them as they were throwing their stolen goods into their car and speeding away. The owner gave chase in his vehicle while calling the police on his cell, but moments later the thieves crashed their car, so they jumped out and ran into the woods. The police quickly caught one of the men, but the other one escaped.

Later that afternoon there was a knock on my door. When I opened the door, I saw a man covered in scrapes and scratches. He had no shoes, only rainbow colored socks that were torn to shreds. I was alarmed and called for my husband who had just gotten home from his job as a police officer. When he came to the door, the man recognized him immediately, and the look on his face was priceless. Of all the doors in the area he could’ve knocked on he picked ours.

I was on the highway sleeping in the car. I woke up, and out of nowhere had a vision of the semi in front flipping over. The vision went away right after my mom swerved, and guess why? The police were coming.

They got off on the other side where another accident with a semi took place. It was on my mind all day. I feel like I caused it.

One day I was told that my dad was dying. I rushed to the hospital, and his last word to me was “your pregnant but be careful of the 21st day of September.”

A few weeks later after his passing, I started to get morning sickness, so I went for a test. I found out that I was two weeks pregnant from the day he died. And if that wasn’t weird enough the day finally came, the 21st September, and I had an appointment to see how the progress of the baby was. I was sadly told the news that my baby didn’t survive. I was shocked.

That night I had a dream that my dad and a baby boy were in heaven together. I was shocked but knew that at least he got to meet my dad. And that one day I to would be up there with them.

Hi, I’m Sumathy. I started working at a computer institution a year ago. I met a colleague with the same name as me. After talking, we came to know that we both share the same date of birth (02/09/1996).

Even weirder is that we both studied at same college and both of us took computer-related degrees. To top it off we both somewhat look alike in appearance. We both have the same nickname (Sumi). We like the same food and have similar personalities. I’m still amazed.

Three days ago I was reading on the internet there is a painting called The Crying Boy. They say it is cursed and that if you own this painting, it will cause a fire.

I have had a copy of the painting in my house since I was born. I am 43 years old, and my mother died in 1999. She killed herself by pouring gasoline on her body and lighting it. I still have the painting.

I married Jack in 1986, and we both decided that Corpus Christi TX would be a good place to spend our honeymoon as we both loved the Ocean. We lived in Amarillo TX which is over 600 miles away. Jack was a grocery store manager and a church choir director and knew a lot of people.

We couldn’t go anywhere without someone stopping us to say hi to Jack. I thought it would be so lovely to be in a city so far from home so that no one would know Jack.

The very first morning we were there we were taking a walk down the boat dock, and I hear someone yell “Jack!” and sure enough it was a cousin of Jack’s he had not seen in a long time who lived in Abilene TX.

I have one incredible coincidence in my life so far that I still find tremendously spooky.

I am from the UK and lived in Leeds in the north. During my first summer off I went to the USA to coach soccer along with 1,000 other coaches running thousands of camps all across the states.

I was given Washington state as my region to work in with about 30 other coaches doing hundreds of camps over the summer in that state.

On my second week, I stayed with a family in Pasco, Oregon. We got talking about skiing for some reason, and the host mom said she met another English person who was a ski instructor in the resort of Canada the family visited. This was the only other English person she knew other than me.

As the conversation continued she described the instructor in more detail. After a while of me just listening she said her name, where she came from, and then her e-mail address for some reason. This is where I spat my beer out in disbelief!

I knew the girl who was the ski instructor as my best friend at the time was seeing her. We had met for leaving drinks three weeks previously in Leeds. The girl wasn’t even from there just living there for university.

From 70 million UK people the host family knew one person, and I knew her too. I still can’t believe how accurate it is when people use the expression “it’s a small world.”

OK, this one is for you guys. Among the coincidences I’ve had in my life, this one is the most bizarre.

So I’m standing at a gas station buying beer, and I see this guy wearing my HS shirt, by the way, we are in a big line, so we started making small talk. What class, blah, blah. Then he asked where I was living and I said Austin TX, and he said oh my older brother lives in Austin. I was trying to be polite and said oh what’s his name is? He tells me Richard, and I lose it. I’m like no, I worked with his brother for a brief moment at a restaurant downtown.

He wasn’t even in my age group or anything for me to make sense of this, but I knew him anyway!

I was on my way home from the airport to drop my parents off for a trip they were going on.

I had to quickly brake the car to avoid hitting a deer, which wasn’t weird at all. Then, however, about 15 seconds later, I was approaching a tiny town, so the speed limit was decreased from 65 to 50 – I slowed down for a tractor that had a picture of a deer on the back.

Those two things alone would be strange enough, but I didn’t mention that right when I slowed down for the deer, a song on the radio said these lyrics:

“It’s not always parting oceansSometimes it’s the little momentsWhen you show how close you areSome would say it’s only chanceI’m not going to second guessI’ve seen the hand of God.”

To summarize: I almost got into a wreck hitting a deer, I saw a picture of a deer very shortly after, and the song on the radio made it out that God was directly involved in my life. Very odd.

When I was 19 and living in London, I bought my brother’s old car and kept parked in a side street near my house. My brother was a policeman who lived and worked way across town in another part of London, about 10 miles away.

One day he phoned me to ask where my car was. I replied it was parked round in its usual spot – behind my house. “Oh no it’s not,” he said, “I was on traffic duty this morning directing traffic, and I saw my old car coming towards me. I stopped the car thinking it was you, but instead, it was two guys I never knew.

It turns out they had stolen the car and drove 10 miles across built-up London streets to be stopped by the one person who knew it was stolen. He arrested the driver who couldn’t believe his bad luck.

OK, it’s strange that I found this site and here is the story. Three days ago I was searching the Internet and Synchronicity pops up, so I read about it. While reading for about 5 minutes, MeTV was airing the Brady Bunch when they started talking about of all things, Synchronicity. I thought that was very unusual, best of all I have never seen that episode and don’t watch the Brady Bunch.

I started thinking back, and it brought this story to the forefront. Eight years ago I ordered a Birth certificate for a passport from my hometown. I ordered it and shipped it DHL overnight. Well, I didn’t get it overnight which I thought was usually weird. I get a phone call from a neighbor who is working in a town 30 miles away saying she has my letter from DHL. I asked her how she got that letter because it was supposed to be delivered three days ago. She said she asked the Driver and he said he couldn’t find my home. I asked her how the driver found you? She said she didn’t know. This is strange, and I stumble on this site today three days later, and they have the same link on this site on Synchronicity I have already read.

Yesterday I was talking about careers to my friend in my Psychology class, and I suggested he could be a painter like Bob Ross. We started talking about Bob Ross and his work and stuff. Later that night another friend sent me a picture of what she was doing; watching Bob Ross videos!

Then tonight we were talking about the dog I was dog sitting, he is an American Eskimo. We were talking about the origin of Eskimos at my dinner table and watching tv. 10 minutes later on the travel channel, they went to a restaurant called the Eskimo Diner.

I met a girl on the train. I took her number and started to call her. Then we became very close and we used to talk a lot. It wasn’t romance, just friends.

My friend at that time told me about a girl that he had fallen in love with. He said I had no idea how much she meant to him. One day he gave me his phone and I saw a contact saved by the name VIP. I was curious to know the number. Guess whose number it was? The same number I got from the girl I met on the train!! It was an amazing coincidence. The good thing was she and I had no intention of dating.

My disabled grandfather couldn’t stay in my house so we brought him to a hotel. There were 17 other hotels within a 3 mile radius. We said goodnight after my grandmother got into bed. We had taken about 2 minutes to say I’ll see you in the morning. We walked out of the hotel and there in front of us were half of my cousins and great aunts. Neither of us knew that we were going to be anywhere close to each other.

I work at a place where UPS deliveries are frequently made. One day there was a small package that the driver was having trouble finding due to the address being incorrect (wrong zip code and typo in street name), and it was at the end of the day.

The driver knew I was familiar with that area and was just hoping id maybe heard of this street, so he handed me the package to see, lo and behold it was a package for my father-in-law!

He doesn’t even live in the zip code I work in, so it took several coincidences that the package ended up on his truck, and he on a chance, asked if I knew the street. I was not even supposed to be at the shop that day, as I was scheduled to be off early but I got tied up.

Hey, that’s one of the most beautiful coincidences. Now, when I was pregnant, I dreamt that it was going to be a boy. I further saw that in his last life, he had been a Buddhist Monk living in an isolated Tibetan Monastery in the Himalayas, and had died at hundred and eight years of age.

Right after they brought me out of O.T. at around eight-thirty, a phone call came in to my husband’s number. It was our travel agent, informing us that they had launched a tour that summer; China with Tibet and Manasarovar!

I’m only truthfully hours into this knowledge besides the non-coincidences that have allowed me to even reach this spot as I type I’ve just had several rushes of belief, excitement and shed tears just moments ago as I was recollecting all the possible “coincidences”, now I know they were not.

These events that have cumulatively been the “sum” of my life this far, also kinda like the percentage of things that have occurred in “sync” with my fate or life mission as I used call it when I had proof yet no clue. Maybe now I can use my forces (energy) for good of the greater whole.